Daily stories from the life of a security guard. All about the showdown in "City": stories of wounded guards, versions of what happened From Aksen to Luchk

This book includes stories about simple heroes of our time - taxi drivers and security guards. About people making modern history. Living their own simple, inexperienced life. Loving family, raising children and grandchildren, making a living with hard work, enjoying life, lovers of drinking and joking. They are of different nationalities, religions, with their own way of life.

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Stories about security guards

Due to the circumstances, I happened to spend a lot of time at a guarded facility, in the very center of the city. That object was a Stalinist building of the fifties of the last century.

Initially, this building had communal apartments. Over time, people were resettled. The building was given to the editorial office of the city newspaper, but it did not last long. The USSR collapsed. The difficult years have come: those notorious "dashing nineties". The editorial board had nothing to pay the rent with. One of the one-day banks entered the building. But it also lasted only a couple of years. After that, the object remained empty and stood for many years, slowly collapsing.

I had a large dog, I had nowhere to walk with him, and the object needed security and preferably with a dog. The building superintendent looked at me on the street and offered to cooperate with them. It was very convenient. I got a permanent place for walking, in return I began to help keep order. In addition, a shepherd dog lived at the facility, with whom my dog ​​became friends.

Thus, I found myself in a multinational collective: the drunkard and joker, the janitor Sanya; guard Dima, aka Davletshi, a Tatar from Mordovia; Chuvash Alexander (underground nickname Fish-whale); steppe Kazakh Gainulla, he is Boris; an Armenian from Stavropol; Igoryok, a former prisoner with a long, hazy past; Nicolas, a retired warrant officer, and many others. While we were at the facility, they often told stories from their lives.

Almost all of them live in the Russian provinces. They work in Moscow, by metropolitan standards, for a meager salary. Their life is completely different. Vegetable gardens of twenty acres or more, subsistence farming, wives and children. They, provincial laborers, are strikingly different from city dwellers.

In my presence my wife called one of them. She reported that two healthy rats ran around the house and strangled nine chickens in a box at night. The husband promised to return in fourteen days (he and his colleagues just took over the watch), take the oven and shoot the rats. I was very surprised, does it really hit? The target is too small and nimble. He replied that it was useless and unreliable to set traps, and he shoots at rats from an early age, so he hits the first time. Here are the tales of the Yakut hunters who beat a squirrel in the eye.

They do not have any sentiments in relation to living creatures. Dogs on a chain. Cats and cats on the street. Only in severe frost they take them to the hut. They keep cats only for rats and mice. The rest of the extra mouth - and that's it.

They often do not understand the city dwellers' approach to dogs. They are simply silent, considering us parasites in our souls. They are proud of their small homeland and family. The more we talked, the clearer the difference between country and city dwellers became. A completely different life, different principles, thoughts, deeds and actions. Not a single unnecessary movement or action, everything is aimed at survival.

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The given introductory fragment of the book "Oh, the guards get up early!" Collection of short stories (O. G. Karagodina) provided by our book partner -

Wound stories often happen in the life of a security officer. We decided to find out how the working days pass from the people who guard us.

Russian ingenuity
The client bought a small factory in the province. The plant, of course, was cheap, but it turned out to be very expensive to operate. The problem is traditional - they steal, sir. Put in a nice new high fence. Did not help. Raised workers' wages, introduced good bonuses for overfulfillment of the plan. Did not help. I changed the guard. Did not help. He hired a well-known company for security. Did not help. Some of his friends advised him, and he came to us. Let's go figure it out, do an audit. The security is in place, and indeed, good. But, nevertheless, finished products continue to disappear mysteriously. Mysticism, and in fact - we checked everything, we sit at this plant for a week, and the products disappear. Finally, they discovered that the workers tied the finished product to empty eggplants and threw it into the storm sewer. And already outside the territory of the plant was removed. The problem was solved. And then the client says: “Thank you guys, otherwise I would have suffered from this riddle all my life. I close the plant anyway. It's cheaper for me to do it in China and deliver it here. "
No, it means that the Chinese workers have such ingenuity as the Russians. And because of this ingenuity, our production is being closed.

Teacher
Theatre. Premiere. Parking area. A fancy foreign car drives up. Leans out of her, hmm ... face and says to the guard:
- Let me park here.
- Sorry, you can't come here. Here, on the contrary, is a lot of space, please.
- Come on, there is something, there is a long way to go.
- Sorry, only fifty meters, maximum, go. And here, forgive me, it is not allowed.
- Three hundred rubles - says the face. He doesn’t even speak, he casts it like that, sated and careless, over his lips: “I’m giving three hundred rubles.”
“The parking space is not for sale,” says the security guard.
- Hey, I'll teach you about life now. Everything is for sale. - The face answers him, - Five hundred rubles.
- Not everything in life is for sale.
- Well, thing.
- No.
- Two!
- No.
- Three!
- Not everything is for sale in this life.
He turned around and left to park. And already passing into the theater, he threw to the guard:
- So that you die! I'll teach you about life!
- Not everything in this life is for sale. Happy viewing.
So who taught who to live here?

Walrus with experience
A man got a job in our company. Elderly, solid, reasonable. The impression is purely positive. We were on duty with him in the backyard of a large construction store. Late autumn, frost, sitting in a trailer. He says:
- I'll go and throw out the trash.
Came out and disappeared. And from the trailer to the trash can, well, maybe five meters. He's gone for ten minutes, fifteen. At first I thought that he might have decided to go to the toilet. Or inspect the perimeter. And then I understand that he came out in one T-shirt and a bolognese jacket, and on the street he already grasps the frost. November. Night.
The guys got worried too. They call him on the radio, he does not answer. Let's go look. They come back, they say
- All examined, nowhere. Maybe he went home?
- How did you leave, I say, where? The man seems to be in the mind. Did he wave over the fence?
- Well, then the aliens stole it.
I went to look for it myself. And, I see, there is a figure in a storm jacket on the slate tie. Lies, does not move. Already covered with frost. Really, all covered with frost, with a tie almost merged by that moment. He saw me and jumped down.
- It seemed, - he says, - that behind the fence some suspicious shadows flickered. I decided to wait and see how it would end.
- Are you stunned ?! - I say. - You are already covered in hoarfrost! Lung inflammation will be grabbed now!
- No, - he says, - I'm not afraid of frost.
Then we were convinced of this, in winter, and in fact, he walks in a sweater, without any jacket. He turned out to be a walrus with great experience.
Nobody was caught that time. But the authority of our guards after this story has grown in my eyes, what kind of people still work.

"Passenger"
A new guard settled in with us. A powerful guy, an athlete, a boxer, everything. We put it on the object. I come to visit him somehow, and I see under his eye, well, not that a full-fledged bruise, but there is some swelling.
- What is this with you? - I ask. And he tells me so happily:
- Yes, the client gave it to me in the face yesterday!
And when he saw my apparently elongated face, he adds:
- I am very pleased with this!
I squeeze out of myself some kind of hum, which, most likely, can be interpreted as the question "What? !!". But the guard, however, interprets correctly and happily informs me:
- Well, some guy came in and started hooliganism. I tried to restrain him, and he waved his hand, hit me in the face. Here!!!
I, trying to assess this whole situation, ask:
- What's good about that?
- Well, how! Before, when someone touches me, I just have a red veil before my eyes. Then the veil falls - I see the "passenger" is already lying down, breathing with difficulty, all bloodied. And yesterday, imagine, calmly brought him out, go, I say, from here, and did not even give a kick! I am very proud that I managed to cope with myself. Congratulate me please!
Well, congratulations. We need such people!

Correct reaction
There was a case in our office. They guarded one pretentious premiere. The organizer tearfully asks:
- Guys, inspect it in full, carefully. We don’t want any incidents to happen.
And for the big premiere, it is clear what kind of audience is going. An important audience, in a word. And they think it is also very important. Especially about myself. And when, very politely, they are asked to unbutton their bag or to show what has “rang out” in their pocket, they often begin to “bullshit”:
- Do you know who I am? Don't you understand?
But persuasion, affection and kilometers of spoiled nerves still manage to do their job. And already at every next viewer you look with apprehension, expecting something inadequate.
And then one lady herself unbuttoned the bag, without any request, and she walks to the frame with the guard open, turned in the direction of the guard. To be honest, I'm already tired of scandals, and therefore I tell her:
- Thank you for reacting correctly.
And she replies:
- Guys, believe me - if you say undress - I will undress. Unlike them, - she nodded at another scandalous VIP, - I know perfectly well why this is being done. I was in "Nord-Ost" ... Thank you for your work.
It was a pleasure.

The sponsor of the publication is the AN-Security company.

The Friday shootout in the Moscow-City business complex will make it into the capital's crime chronicles as one of the most grotesque incidents. Here, the pathos of big business, the glamor of secular parties and the "cattle-like" habits of guards with seemingly quite bohemian characters are mixed in one heap. And although the essence of the conflict is simple, like a task for a first grader, one cannot but pay attention to several points:

The soldiers of the Russian Guard prevented the carnage;

Some stars did not dare to tell how they got hit by the bullets;

The scandal made me remember the story of 20 years ago, which happened right under the windows of Petrovka, 38.

From Axen to Luchk

The “Anniversary with Friends” banquet was held on Friday evening in the Crystall Ball Room restaurant on the fourth floor of the Oko Tower in the Moscow City complex. Celebrated the 50th anniversary of Dmitry Pavlov - a former resident of Izmailov, nicknamed Pavlik, and now a respectable businessman (however, according to the documents, the "fifty kopeck" knocked him almost three weeks ago).

Pavlov approached the preparation of the event with all his heart, he did not spare money. In order not to lose face in the mud, long before the date, specially hired creators thought out the program of the evening - it was called "Anniversary with friends." Who are these friends?

The guests (and there were expected 270 people) were mainly people with difficult lives from all over Russia. The party was attended, according to some sources, by Alimzhan Tokhtakhunov (known under the nickname Taiwanchik), Sergey Aksenov (Aksen), Sergey Lalakin (nicknamed Luchok) and, of course, Garik Makhachkalinsky - the powerful Gabriel Yushvaev, the owner of the Oko tower.

The guests were served by 80 waiters - their cell phones were prudently taken away from everyone so that, God forbid, the photos would not be leaked to the press. The hall was decorated with a huge banner "Dmitry 1967". Everything looked solid and pompous.

So that dear guests do not get bored at the festive table with dishes, Pavlov thought out a creative program. Showman Valdis Pelsh was hired for the role of the host of "Jubilee Among Friends". For Valdis Eyzhenovich, it was generally a busy day: until 15.00 he was conducting a civil funeral service for his friend, the deceased base jumper Valery Rozov, in the cultural center of Zelenograd, and by 20.00 he went to City. Singers Valery Meladze, Grigory Leps, Lyubov Uspenskaya were supposed to delight the ears of the authorities. And to demonstrate a bright show - the "Cirque du Soleil" collective.

It should be noted here: the hero of the day approached the security issues of the party with all seriousness - he allocated 10-12 people from the private security company, plus the organizer of the celebration attracted 3 security. There are several exits from the celebration hall. Each guard was strictly “prescribed” his own post, then he could not even show his nose.

And Pavlov himself, as it turned out, was assigned to the fighters of the Federal State Unitary Enterprise "Okhrana" of the Russian Guard - 49-year-old Dmitry Yakobson and 36-year-old Dmitry Ivanchev (later we will touch on this delicate moment). True, under the contract they were not guarding him, but his Lexus car, officially assigned to Intourist-Holding LLC. According to the rules, the officers were armed with Makarov service pistols and were on duty from about 14.00. The Russian Guards escorted Pavlik (he himself drove a Lexus) to the City in a Toyota Land Cruiser car (the driver Sutormin was driving) and stayed near the Eye tower to await the end of the celebration.

Shooting at the banquet

Everything went according to the planned scenario until 21.50. Pavlik, overwhelmed by universal love and honor, was accepting congratulations, when suddenly, at the moment of the next celebration, the sounds of shots were heard somewhere in the distance. Shortly before that, the owner of the Oko tower, businessman Gabriel Abramovich Yushvaev, a friend of the hero of the day, entered the hall.

Yushvaev, in fact, became the unwitting culprit of all this mess. The businessman drove up to the Oko tower in a black Mercedes, accompanied by two security jeeps. Yushvaev's personal driver parked the car in such a way that it interfered with the passage of the guests. Not all have come yet - in particular, the singer Lyubov Uspenskaya was late.

From the explanations of the driver of the Russian Guard Sutormin:

“The conflict started at about 20.30. The security officers on duty at the entrance asked the driver Yushvaev to rearrange the car. People emerged from the salons of the escort jeeps, seemingly immigrants from the republics of the North Caucasus or Transcaucasia. They took the side of the businessman's driver. Yakobson and Ivanchev proceeded to the participants in the conflict in order to "extinguish" it. One of the Caucasians, a tall man, gave the command to get everyone back into the cars, and he himself, accompanied by one chop man, entered the building. Soon screams were heard from there. Yakobson and Ivanchev went inside to try to stop the conflict, and Yushvaev's Caucasian guards ran after them. And then the shooting began. Soon, two Caucasians carried their wounded comrade in their arms and loaded him into a Mercedes.

This was not the end of the matter - the massacre continued in the building (everyone began to take the elevators to the restaurant to their owners). The Russian guards received gunshot wounds on the fourth floor: Jacobson was struck by a bullet in the stomach, and his colleague was struck in the ear. The National Guard and one Chopov were lying on the floor. In the confusion, a service pistol was stolen from Jacobson. The surviving guards of Yushvaev and the employees of the private security company ran into the banquet hall and staged a bloody massacre in front of the stunned guests and the hero of the occasion.

“We heard sounds like shots between 21.00 and 21.30. Then a man entered the hall, shouted for everyone to lie down on the floor. One of the restaurant managers pointed to an escape route through the kitchen. Returning to the hall, we saw two or three wounded men on the floor, ”the waiters said during interrogation.

The guests in a hurry rushed to the exit, saving their lives, forgetting about things. On the back of one of the chairs, the police found a jacket with a passport in the name of a Russian citizen, Zdorinov D.A., as well as an invitation to an event addressed to a certain Grigory Timbatovich and his wife signed by Pavlov. The phone number of a certain Tatiana was also indicated here. We called this number, a woman's voice answered that she did not understand what was at stake. We managed to find out that the subscriber is a model from Mordovia - apparently, the favorite of the Dagestani crime boss Grigory Gimbatov (Grisha Rezany). And, I think, she fully understood what she was being asked about.

Casual and expected victims

The massacre, meanwhile, was in full swing. A stray bullet wounded Alexey Ivkin (he is 31 years old). Together with his colleague Sergey, he was responsible for light and music in the banquet hall.

Lesha worked by invitation, this is a one-time part-time job, - say the family. - We learned from TV that he served famous people. At the hospital, Lesha explained that he did not know any of the guests, and that work is work.

They did not aim purposefully at Ivkin - most likely, the bullet ricocheted into the thigh. The guy found the strength to go out through the dressing room to the elevators, where the guards of the private security company "GRES-2" were on duty.

The man shouted that he was wounded, asked to call an ambulance, - said one of the guards Andrei. - Frightened girls in white suits fluttered out of our exit after him. The famous artists, apparently, left the hall through another post. In general, I called an ambulance, escorted the doctors to the patient, and then helped to carry out the stretcher. Already on the first floor, we ran into another group of medics who were carrying another wounded.

In total, 6 ambulances drove up to the Oko tower. They took the wounded to different clinics. So, Ivkin ended up in the Sklifosovsky Research Institute. Doctors removed the bullet from the leg; fortunately, the bone was not damaged. According to forecasts, the guy will be discharged in a day or two. Yakobson was transferred to the 1st Gradsky hospital. The condition is assessed as serious. However, Jacobson is an experienced fighter, no one gets used to wounds. The man participated in the first Chechen campaign, there are military awards.

Wherever Dima did not work! He has been serving in Rosgvardia not so long ago - about three years, - explains his wife Oksana. - Before that, he had his own security company "Valor".

The lady was informed about the state of emergency by her husband's colleagues, and she, leaving two children (12 and 11 years old), rushed to the hospital.

Dima is conscious, holding on. He is the only breadwinner in the family. My husband did not particularly devote me to work matters. How did I know who he was guarding there?

Yushvaev's guard, 29-year-old Eldar Khamidov, is in the ward next to Yakobson. In the shootout, the man was seriously wounded in the shoulder, but he was in no hurry to surrender to the doctors - on the ill-fated evening he got into the car, drove away from the Oko tower, lay somewhere overnight, and in the morning decided to leave Moscow. At 9.40, the Toyota Land Cruiser, where Khamidov was sitting, was stopped at building 46 on Kutuzovsky Prospekt - the traffic cops received an orientation to the jeep. Khamidov, accompanied by a convoy, was sent for treatment.

Another injured security guard, 44-year-old Platon Koida, chose to retreat from Hospital 67, although he was wounded in the thigh. Koida is a professional security guard, after graduating from the Ryazan military school, this makes a living.

They came home, looking for Plato, - says the retired mother. - The son has been independent for a long time, he lives separately, and he gets in touch only at those moments when he himself wishes.

Perhaps the most difficult patients are the guards of the private security company "GRES-2" 35-year-old Kirill Titorenko (gunshot wound to the head and lung, skull fracture, severe cerebral edema), as well as 48-year-old Grigory Amelin. Cyril, most likely, will never be able to speak: fragments of a bone hit the speech center. He had to have a lung amputated. Gregory was stabbed to death - wounds in the stomach, pancreas and spleen. Ameline lost a lot of blood, but was nevertheless able to testify. He said he would try to identify his abuser.

Who is the coolest shooter?

Some of the guests, including Yushvaev, dispersed before the arrival of the police. Some were stopped. The tables in the hall were moved to the side, and the guests were seated on chairs and investigative measures were organized among the broken dishes. In total, more than 60 people were interviewed. From their words, it was possible to restore the picture of the battle.

The Main Investigation Department of the TFR in Moscow announced the initiation of a criminal case into the attempted murder. Obviously, the main defendants will be Yushvaev's guards, including Khamidov (in addition to him, three more people were detained). It is interesting that the losses on the part of Dmitry Pavlov's guards are much more serious than on the part of the security services of the Dagestani oligarch. Although both sides were armed. And in an effort to prove "who is cooler" could well shoot all the guests. Together with the hero of the day, Leps, Pelsh and Cirque du Soleil in full force. Fortunately, the outlaws met with worthy resistance from the soldiers of the Russian Guard.

Telling about this wonderful story, one can change the well-known saying: "slaves fight - the foreheads of the gentlemen crackle". You can imagine what kind words the leaders of security structures deserve from the bosses. By the way, some of the victims, according to official data, have nothing to do with security at all. For example, bodyguard Platon Koida is listed as a co-founder of Products of Chernozemya LLC. The company is registered at 15 Druzhinnikovskaya Street (Cinema Center building). For some reason, it is not surprising that Pavlov's Lexus is registered with Intourist-Holding, whose address is, again, Druzhinnikovskaya, 15.

Who should guard the mafia?

I remember a story that happened in Moscow 20 years ago. On January 23, 1997, right under the windows of 38 Petrovka Street, a crime boss, a member of the Koptev organized criminal group Vasily Naumov, nicknamed Naum, was shot. The gangster was driving with the guards, unknown people called him on his mobile, Naum ordered the security guards to stop and get out of the car, after which he was killed by shots through the glass. So, they were guarding the rest of the bandit at that moment ... the officers of the "Saturn" special task force of the Penitentiary Department of the Main Internal Affairs Directorate of Moscow (it was before the creation of the Federal Penitentiary Service). They later wrote an angry letter to the then Interior Minister Anatoly Kulikov: according to the contract, the special forces were supposed to guard the Mirando company, but in fact they were protecting (albeit unsuccessfully) the gangster Naum. “We will not be surprised if we are again assigned to guard the mafia,” the authors of the letter lamented.

This time the situation is fundamentally different. Officially, the fighters of the Russian Guard did not serve Pavlov, but a valuable cargo (a Lexus car). And they acted according to the rules. And they prevented a real carnage. But all the same, maybe it is not worth people in uniform, professionals in their field who have gone through Chechnya, Syria and copper pipes, to be sent to the guard ... well, let's say, ordinary representatives of domestic business? Or - if you really need to make money - check their structures, as they say, under a microscope?

WHAT THE STARS SAY:

Grigory Leps:"We thought about it and decided not to comment on this situation."

Valdis Pelsh:“I didn't shoot. Ha ha ha. "

Lyubov Uspenskaya:“I was already halfway there, when the director called and shouted into the phone:“ There is shooting, turn the car urgently. ”

REFERENCE "MK"

Dmitry Borisovich Pavlov, born on October 30 (according to police data on October 31), 1967. We are on trial for grievous bodily harm. Graduated from the Moscow Instrumental College of Technological and Instrumental Production and the Academy of International Business. He was known for his connections with the Izmailovo group and the famous athlete-authority Anton Malevsky. After his death (Malevsky died in 2001, having crashed by parachute), he became the de facto leader of the Izmaylovskys. He is the chairman of the board of the Anastasios charitable foundation. Doctor of Laws. Awarded with awards from the patriarch, the president and others. Laureate of the "Person of the Year 2004" award for the restoration of churches and assistance to orphanages.

Yushvaev Gavriil Abramovich was born on July 23, 1957 in the Dagestan city of Makhachkala. He is fond of sports and Caucasian dances. We are on trial for robbery. In 1989, together with businessman David Yakobashvili, he founded the Trinity car dealership, which sold American cars, and later, the Cherry casino of the Metelitsa nightclub on Novy Arbat. In 1993, the partners joined the juice bottling project at the Lianozovo Dairy Plant. Owns the 85-storey Oko tower in Moscow City. He is married and has six children.

This story took place literally last night. Yesterday I went to my grandfather and grandmother. Their house is huge: two floors, each with about 6-7 rooms, moreover, between the second and first tiers there is a continuous window from floor to ceiling. Plus, behind the house, about fifty meters away, there is a pine forest. All in all, the perfect home for a horror movie. Fortunately, from eight in the evening until eight in the morning, the house is guarded by a watchman with dogs, so it's not so scary.

So, at night everyone went to bed, and I stayed to watch TV, the clock was 23.07. But, apparently, the dream overpowered me, and I passed out. I woke up exactly at midnight, turned off the TV and went into the room. Suddenly I hear some noise in the street. Since at that moment I didn't really want to look for adventure on my ... um, head, I went to bed, but could not sleep, the howl became even louder, and someone was constantly coughing. "Well, no, I won't be able to sleep." - I thought. Deciding that it was just one of the watchmen, I went downstairs. Looking out the window, I saw a man in the uniform of a security guard and a large dog with him. I put on my jacket and went out to them. “Forgive me, you could not move further from the windows, the dog howls and I cannot sleep,” I asked politely. “It's so late, and you're not in bed. Isn't it scary to walk here at night? The man asked in a hoarse voice. - No, you are guarding the house. So will you go away? I was surprised that the man laughed back at me, and without saying anything, turned around and walked with the dog towards the pine tree. It should be noted that I had never seen this man before, although I knew all the guards well, but I thought that my grandfather had hired someone else.

In the morning I got up early and went downstairs to the dining room. There were guards at the table, they always had breakfast with us. - Why are you not in full force? - I asked, not finding the face of my night interlocutor among those present. - How? In full, - answered one of the men, examining his colleagues in surprise. Then I told them about that man and described everything that I remembered from his will and will accept his dog. Honestly, it would be better if it remained a secret for me. The watchmen told me a story about a security guard who worked here 14 years ago. He and his dog were found shot to death in our pine forest. The description completely matched. Local children constantly told a terrible story about a murdered watchman wandering through the night streets and his faithful dog, but this was always just a legend for everyone. - I did not think that at your 16 years old you are fooling around! Jokes like that aren't funny at all, my grandfather told me. I didn't make excuses. But now I'm really scared to go there again. Although, maybe they just played me? After all, the guards, that my grandpa are still entertainers, and when I was younger, they often made fun of me harmlessly. I hope that this is the case now, but what if not? And if not, then I will soon find out about it ...

Late in the evening, two students sat on the university campus. They were the only ones who continued to pore over textbooks. Apparently, they were working on an important essay, which they were supposed to complete by the evening.
While they were sitting at the table and writing something in their notebooks, a guard came up behind them.
“We're closing soon,” he said amiably. "Why don't you go home girls?"
“We would go, sir,” one girl replied, “but we have an important assignment for tomorrow, which we have to prepare by seven in the morning. But don't worry, I think we'll be done in an hour. "
“Then it's probably best to have me by your side until you finish,” the guard said. "I will stand here behind so you can work calmly."
The girls were very grateful to him. Finally, they will be able to finish their work without worrying about something bad happening to them. Half an hour passed, and they were about to proceed to the conclusion, and then suddenly .... KOK!
One of the girls dropped a pencil on the floor, which rolled to the side where the guard was standing. When the girl bent down to pick up the pencil, she saw something that horrified her.
In shock, the girl took a pencil and, without saying a word, immediately began to collect her books as quickly as she could. Her friend was surprised, not understanding what had happened.
“Unfortunately, I have to go home,” the girl said. "My stomach ached badly."
She then ran as fast as she could to the nearest exit, leaving her friend alone with the mysterious guard.
Two minutes later, the second girl's phone rang and a friend sent her a text message.
It said: "Drop the pencil behind you, and pick it up, then you will understand everything."
The second girl was even more confused, but did as her friend told her and just dropped the pen. When she bent down to pick it up, she saw something very frightening.
The guard had no legs and hovered above the ground like a ghost.
She felt like screaming, but she covered her mouth with her hand. When she regained consciousness, she calmly laid the pen on the table, and then turned again to see the guard's face. He smiled at her, but somehow strange, so that she was even more frightened.
Trying to control her emotions, the girl began to gather. She pretended to receive a call and pretended to be asked to return home over the phone.
When she hung up, she turned to the guard and said in a trembling voice, "Sir, thank you for being with me for so long, but I have to go home."
“Why so early?” Asked the guard. "You haven't finished your work yet."
“Yes, sir,” the girl said nervously. “But I really have to go. Mom called me. ”
The guard chuckled. In a deep, frightening voice, he whispered to the girl: “So it’s not because you guessed who I am?”